Creative Writng : Things that go bump in the night

... Creative Writng : Things that go bump in the night The thud came again. Rose clicked the television silent, straining her ear against the storm that splattered the roof with a mixture of rain and hail. Tentacles of delicate fog raked across the window glass seeking shelter from the thunderous wrath of the gale winds. The soft thump came from the basement, as though someone, or something, had knocked a book to the floor. Rose gripped the arms of the chair and cursed her husband for leaving her alone on a night like this, knowing she was fearful of storms, empty houses and prowlers, however imaginary they might be. She'd already lit every lamp and overhead light in the house, but they failed to dispel the damp, dreary feeling of impending doom. A frail woman by nature Rose harbored many phobias including a fear of garbage disposals. Millions of germs were

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